Near the wooden house that made Clence's memory so fresh, Old John, whose skin was dark under the moonlight and his body was covered with burns and sword wounds, weakly crawled out of a forest.
At this time, there was no clarity in its eyes, only the bloodthirsty and instinct of a beast remained. Now its body can no longer distinguish its previous human form with the naked eye. There are only a few bone spurs extending from its body. It can still remain intact, but the other bone spurs are all broken off at the root, as if they were cut off by sharp weapons. Under its crazy consciousness, there is always a voice lingering intermittently in its ears, asking it to go. The place where he obtained something made his already unconscious mind even more manic.
It followed the guidance of the voice in its ears and came to a remote wooden house. There was a huge hole in the wall of the wooden house. The blue moonlight could light up the dark room directly from the hole. There was a young man lying on a shabby little bed, sleeping soundly. The fatigue on his face made him sleep deeply. He did not hear the very loud footsteps outside.
At this moment, Old John seemed to remember something in his crazy mind, and roared at the wooden house, then hesitantly paced back and forth around the wooden house, his scarlet eyes always staring at the small wooden house.
"What's the sound?" The young man who was awakened exclaimed. Before he could put on his shabby clothes, he quickly picked up the wooden stick from the side and cautiously stuck his head out of the wooden house to check the source of the sound.
Tick tock, tick tock!
Suddenly he felt something cold on his neck, as if some liquid was dripping from the sky. This made him reach out and touch it. The very viscous liquid was accompanied by a strong fishy smell. Suddenly he heard There were bursts of rapid breathing above his head.
The young man suddenly raised his head and looked up, only to see a pair of red eyes very close to him. He subconsciously wanted to run away and scream, but the owner of the red eyes, Old John, stretched out his black palm and held it tightly. He grabbed the young man's neck and suppressed his original scream. His desire to survive forced him to struggle desperately in the hands of Old John.
Old John, who was left with only instinct, did not waste too much time. The young man's body slowly became shriveled up in its hands, without any flesh and blood. Only the frightened expression remained on his face, and he threw the body away in his hands. When he reached the side, Old John looked at the wooden house again. He had forgotten where this place was, but the voice kept reminding him that he needed to enter the wooden house to find that thing, "It belongs to you, belongs to you." , belongs to oneself."
"Boom", there was a loud noise, accompanied by the wood chips that shattered the wooden house. Old John used his powerful body to smash the fragile wooden house into pieces with one punch, and then quickly rushed into the smoke caused by the collapse of the wooden house, searching frantically. Thinking of what the voice in his ear reminded him, "Hat, yes, a hat." At this time, he only had one thought: find it, find it.
He kept rummaging and digging on the ground with his sharp nails, leaving a deep hole, but the thing he was looking for still didn't appear. He didn't give up and continued to use his black claws to dig deeper. Digging on the ground.
Old John was angry and anxious. He let out bursts of angry roars because his sensitive hearing told him that there were already people approaching, and there were a lot of them. He thought in horror of the man in gold who had caused great harm to him. This made the man in armor want to retreat, and he turned to run into the forest. He even looked back at the pit he dug many times to confirm that there was really no thing he was looking for.
On the morning of the next day, Krens opened the wooden door of the pocket watch shop to start his day's business, and then took out today's newspaper from the mailbox at the door. The strong smell of ink and the somewhat blurry handwriting were full of the smell of this world. , of course, this is also the taste of money. The relatively expensive price makes many people often choose to buy a copy to pass on to each other instead of subscribing to a daily newspaper like Hayden, which is relatively expensive.
After hurriedly finishing the breakfast cooked by Mr. Hayden, Clance cleaned the store as Mr. Hayden had ordered.
Hayden lay lazily on his own easy chair, picked up today's newspaper, and was looking for his favorite sexy news in the newspaper, but in a corner of today's newspaper that was not noticed, there was such an extra A message.
That was the young man who had his blood sucked out and died tragically yesterday. But in Cologne, a place where countless people die every day in invisible corners, it was just a strange death that did not attract many people. Attention, many people think this may be another strange disease, but what disease can be more terrifying than not having food.
After seeing the news in the corner, Hayden immediately ignored his favorite sexy news. The smile on his lips became more serious. He stared at the news several times. If this The news is not exaggerated, so there are already people in this city who make me feel sick to my stomach.
Noticing something wrong with Mr. Hayden's expression, Krens asked with some confusion: "Does Mr. Hayden have any news today?" Because Krens didn't understand the relationship between words, if he wanted to know Today's newspapers can only ask Hayden.
Hearing Krens' question, Hayden was in a daze for a moment. He came back to his senses and said to Krens with a smile: "Well, there is another young man who died tragically in this city. It's a pity. I guess he hasn't died yet." Experienced the joy of life." Then he gave Kerens a knowing look.
Krens, who was suddenly speechless, felt that his employer seemed to be very abnormal, and secretly complained to him, "What is the connection between the young man who died tragically and the happiness of life? It was originally a very serious question, but since The words came out of Mr. Hayden's mouth and immediately changed".
Krens shook his head to hide his complaints about Hayden in his heart, and then sat on a stool aside to start today's class.
In Cologne City, in the Holy Light Church, the exhausted and embarrassed Light Priest Tesche briefly returned to the church with the few remaining knights. The golden armor was already covered with black blood stains and There were only a few scratches, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burn everything around him. Several knights and church clergy did not dare to make any sound for fear of offending the deacon.
For the proud Tesche, the fact that Old John was able to escape during their pursuit has become a shame in his heart, but the reality is like spreading salt on him, making him extremely painful and resentful.
He had already made a decision in his heart, that is, no matter what the price, he must let the whisperer who had left him humiliation be purified by his holy light, and then he told Bertram with a gloomy face: "I need the help of your knights to destroy the Fallen."
Bertram laughed and said to the angry deacon: "I have no right to hand over these knights to you without an order from the temple headquarters."
When Tesche heard this, his face suddenly became extremely ugly. He knew that Bertram was telling the truth, but he was unwilling to leave in such a dejected manner. This meant his failure, no, never, He gritted his teeth and stared at Bertram and asked, "Are you going to let the degenerates wreak havoc in this city?"
Bertram shook his head with a smile and said: "No, this is not to indulge the fallen, but the power of the fallen seems to be too strong. We need to ask for help from the temple headquarters instead of sacrificing our knights. This is Blasphemy against God."
After saying that, Bertram turned around and left. He felt that the deacon was too stupid. There was no way he would hand over all his knights to him. Only Te was left with an angry look on his face. Siche.